Not so on Man; him through their malice fall'n,<br />Father of Mercy and Grace, thou didst not doom<br />So strictly, but much more to pity incline:<br />No sooner did thy dear and only Son<br />Perceive thee purpos'd not to doom frail Man<br />So strictly, but much more to pity inclin'd,<br />He to appease thy wrath, and end the strife<br />Of mercy and Justice in thy face discern'd,<br />Regardless of the Bliss wherein hee sat<br />Second to thee, offer'd himself to die<br />For man's offence. O unexampl'd love,<br />Love nowhere to be found less than Divine!<br />Hail Son of God, Saviour of Men, thy Name<br />Shall be the copious matter of my Song<br />Henceforth, and never shall my Harp thy praise<br />Forget, nor from thy Father's praise disjoin.